By Maria Padhila
Did so much really have to happen all at once? I can hear everyone asking this question, as the Supremes did their dances, states such as Texas raced the clock, and the people of countries all over the world burst out in protests.
If you’ve ever popped amaranth grain — which I’ve been trying to master recently — you’ll recognize the dynamic. The tiny grains are even trickier than popcorn; they all start to pop at once and they go in split seconds from toasting to popping to burning.
Chris has had a minor surgery and is still recovering, I’ve been pushing away depression, hormonal wackitude and 51-year-old disillusionment, and Isaac, employed by a corporation executing today’s corporate strategy of rapidly cutting off positions, resources and capabilities so it can be as agile, responsive and dynamic as an oyster, just plain fuqing works all the fuqing time. Then my daughter got sick (better now), and my downstairs flooded.
I have been sorting through things and washing and throwing away, in between wishing I had just thrown it all away in the first place (and losing work and billable hours while dealing with it all). It’s a feeling akin to drowning in debt — owing resources, but borrowing others’ patience and goodwill and, most of all, time — which one can never repay. Way to go, water trine with Saturn in Scorpio!
But in the back of my mind I was struggling with how to see the trouncing of the Defense of Marriage (whose?) Act and the subsequent opening of marriage equality, as well as speculation on how that might open the door to group marriage or at least decriminalization of polyamorous living arrangements.